I'm going to give ya'all some more to think about. Do what you will with it, but I think it's relevant. It may go to the unknown crime scene.
I have been gone for 2 months. I went to pick up my plants and mail today at my neighbor's. We had a glass of wine and the discussion went to this case. My friend started a new full time job about 5 weeks ago and has not given any time to this case except what her husband shares from what he reads in the paper She has only heard a few rumors from talk where she works. However; she told me about a dream she had the night of Feb 12th, and that it was so upsetting she was in tears afterwards. It is the 2nd time she has had such a dream. The first time was the night of the Hufman murders. In THIS dream, her dream started with her behind the wheel of Mackenzie's car. The car was red. There was nobody in the driver's seat, but her own 2 children were in the back seat, only they were young. (they are both grown now) A boy and a girl. They were on a dirt road with steep slopes on either side and the road was very rutted. She was going across some old, not very used railroad tracks and nearly got stuck on them. She had to gun the car to get across the tracks. On the other side was a house. A plain house and it seemed the tracks and the house were very rural. She didn't see any other houses and it was NOT in an industrial area. The house was home. It was a basic house, much like a starter house, but it was "home". When they walked in, everything that she expected to see was different. The color of the walls had changed; the furniture had changed; nothing was familiar. You could see through the house, so like a window in the front and a window in the back and you could see outside. More than the fact that everything had changed was that MC expected to be home and loved, but everything she found there was totally NOT what she expected. There was a man in the house and he looked like my friends X-husband. However; the man was someone very close to Mackenzie but she was very confused and sad There was also a strange woman, standing in the kitchen, in front of a sink with a window behind her. She either had a dress or an apron on. She was very plain with plain brown, course hair that was a little shorter than shoulder length. She was not pretty and she was not a nice woman. She was very angry; very defiant; very smug, like she had all the power, but the man was in control. She was standing her ground. There were also about 4 children standing in the house that seemed to belong to the woman. MC did not know them. Ages were about 8, 10, 12, 14. The woman walked up to the little girl that had come with the car and just slapped her really hard across the face for no reason. This made MC (my friend) absolutely rage and she went to the woman and grabbed her face in her hands and told her to never do that again! Then, all of a sudden MC (my friend) is sitting at a table. The man had hired some men and MC was looking out the window at these men and they were destroying her car. They had some heavy construction equipment (a back hoe) and they were using it to bash her car and bash it and bash it and crush it and rip it up and tear it into little pieces. MC felt a very, very heavy sadness. She felt like they were trying to erase her very existence from the face of the earth. They were shredding her identity and my friend just kept saying that she just felt an incredible sadness. She couldn't leave the house because she knew that if she did then someone would take away her home so she needed to stay there, but that there was nothing left there that was hers anymore. No clothes or anything. Every part of her and all of her things had been removed from the house. So there was just this incredible sadness. The man had been very significant to MC but he was removing MC from every corner of the house and destroying all evidence that she even existed and he was doing it for this woman, and doing it all with no qualms whatsoever. He then handed MC 2 silver bags, somewhat like a gift bag only more like light cardboard, but both silver. The feeling she had was that this was all she was getting. She only opened one bag, and in it was little pieces of ribbons. Cream colored and white, lacy and shiny, 2 - 4 inch pieces of ribbon, like what you would use to wrap or decorate a gift with. That was all she was given. She looked out the window again and there was a small, silver pick up truck that was facing away from her. She had never seen one like it before and it seemed new and very clean. She knew she was to leave in this vehicle and the little girl and little boy that had come in the car with her were to leave with her also, although the little boy thought he wanted to stay there with the man at first, but decided to go with her and the girl, after all. There was just enough room in the truck for the 3 of them. That was the end of my friend's dream. They did not drive off in the silver truck. She woke up. This was the night before Mackenzie's body was found and my friend knew that it wasn't about her, but it was about Mackenzie. She doesn't know what it means, but says that the sadness was so profound that she woke up several times and each time she went back to sleep she just started dreaming right where it had left off, and that she wept for quite awhile after it ended and it still haunts her. I think the men destroying her car was actually the men beating her, and attempting to erase her identity, as if she had never been born... was the feelings my friend described. So much of Mackenzie's life was in that car, that the symbolism is twofold, IMO.
I hesitated a bit to put this up on the thread. She just told me about her dream this evening. However; it is what it is and that is what this forum is about. Everybody putting everything out there in the light of day and passing it around among the brightest to dig and poke holes and consider or discard. She has nothing to gain from it and neither do I. She would just as soon she hadn't dreamed it, as it is very heavy on her heart. I should tell you that she lost one of her own daughters several years ago, but it was due to a medical condition, not foul play, and that daughter was not in this dream at all.
Can anyone think of railroad tracks locally that would fit that description? My first thought was lower sunnyslope, but I'm just going on a first thought. I have no idea if there are train tracks that fit the description or not, in that area. Somebody mentioned an old mine off the back side of Pitcher Canyon? I'm interested in finding out where it happened so we can get this solved I have no idea if this can help, but I don't think it can hurt. My friend said that her overwhelming feeling was that the other woman wanted MC gone and out of the man's life as if she had never been born. That can lead down 1 of 2 roads, the way I see it. One of them we seem to have plenty of speculation on, while the other is relatively unsleuthed. I guess there could be a 3rd scenario that would include JF's present public matrimonial record, but I tend to think that's old news. There is another woman who is currently way under the radar!?
I don't know what you would call this? It's not speculation........it's not rumor........it's a very real dream as told by a very gentle, loving, genuine person and it's firsthand.
Fire away......rip me up.........pooh pooh it........laugh or cry............or start looking for railroad tracks.
I've been trying to find a post of del rios and i cant seem to find it. he said something about the brush at the area where he believes MC was found.. the brush wasn't as thick as it usually was.. said he couldn't say anymore.. ..MelissaW, did you notice anything?
